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Friday, August 15, 2008

Did I scare you with that? Heh. Sorry. I've been immersed in the Olympics this week and the photo computer is in the room without the DVR that connects me like an IV to the aforementioned Olympics so I just haven't gotten to it. I went to Google images to gank something free and pretty and I saw this and couldn't resist.

*Olympic interlude: I'm writing this on Thursday night and they just did a profile of Phelps' body and how it's built specifically for swimming, the way Lance Armstrong is genetically made for biking. What was odd about it was how it was listing all these virtues that sounded more like insults. "Dinner plate sized hands" "Size 14 feet for flippers" "perfectly tall and perfectly short with the legs of a man who stands 6' tall and the torso of someone 6'8" "..and concludes with narrow hips and a flat backside" I'm sorry did you just say that Michael Phelps has a flat ass? The hell?*

Anyhoo, back to the task at hand, our discussion of what our Fridays will bring. I'm told it's going to bring thunder and rain just like yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that. Not all day, though. I'll go to class in the morning and then, if the weather cooperates, I'll be meeting the ex-boss to make up for our missed date with a scruffy Will Smith. After that we'll see if I can make it home and keep up the gumption needed to do laundry. The work wardrobe is getting slightly desperate. I'll end the evening with food and drinks in the 'hood with Pony Express and another friend. Last weekend PE was away and I was caring for her felines. When I had to cut and run we called in a back up so we're going out for deviled egg of the day and girly drinks then walking over for delicious ice cream to thank each other for all the help. Should be a good day...

It must be the week for improvised FFFridays; mine's going to be kind of a cop-out, too...

My Friday is busy, busy, busy. The Wayfarers are coming by this morning so a gaggle of little girls can play together. I'm off to teach a yoga class in the middle of that, then I'll come home and share lunch with the clan before we split up. Girls and I are going to see O'Mama and HER girls, so, you know, more girls. Later, I'm hoping to take Xena to meet my mom; Mom's got a room to rent and, well, wouldn't you know it, Xena needs a place to stay. Also going to see the grandparents and, on the way home, stopping in to feed and scritch Bowyer and Tonk's dogs. Busy, busy...

I thought the implication was that he had a "narrow ass." Either way, I was lauging watching that feature. It wouldn't matter how he was built, they'd be doing this if he were 5'2" tall with tiny feet and hands (and a little voice going "beep, beep, beep"). They do the backwards sort of reasoning, don't they? He swims great, so these attributes must be the cause.